The Voyage - Days 3 and 4

Day three. Clervoux, Luxembourg.
We left Luxembourg early in the morning for Munich which was supposed to be a three to four hour drive ...
It took twelve hours.
Thank you Germany for unannounced road closures with the 'find your own f*ing way' detour signs. Twelve hours. There were some amazing burgers eaten during those twelve hours, or so I'm told, I did not bother eating since I was not yet anticipating the journey ahead. It's a good thing it was Saturday night when we finally rolled into our hostel in Munich, everything was still open and beer was available for our road-weary souls.
Upon arrival, we were greeted at our car door by a friendly young man whom we dubbed 'green shirt'. He scared the bajesus out of Sierra and I when he opened her car door in a drunken attempt at politeness. Next up was 'white shirt', whom I shared a brief dance with later that evening, he attempted polite conversation while using his outside voice in many languages until he came across alcohol infused English, but by that point we were already in the door of the hostel and he moved on to attempt to talk with the next group.
For this hostel, we had an eight person dorm-like room, since there were only seven of us, one unlucky soul was subjected to two days of our 'quirks.' He comes into the story in the morning, poor Diego. As I stated earlier, beer was available and we took advantage. Matt's first beer earned a look of acceptance but not appreciation; appreciation would come later with the discovery of what is also my personal favorite: wheat beer.
Lesson of the day:
1. Take advantage of any and all potty breaks, even if it's not immediately needed
Day four. Munich, Germany.
At various points in the wee hours of the morning, we each became acquainted with our roommate Diego. A mid-late thirty's hairy Caucasian male in his boxer-briefs. He was not under his blanket, at all. Most interestingly, he was a Spaniard who spoke English with an Irish accent. His hairy addition to the room was slightly awkward, to say the least, but he held his own against seven of us with only one water closet, aka bathroom.
We toured around Munich by foot and subway, which we figured out fairly quickly, and managed to see the Oktoberfest grounds, the Hall of Fame statues, the Transportation History Museum, a cathedral, and a very cool German restaurant. At the restaurant I discovered a great brewery named Augustiner. Good dark and light wheat beer. Mmmm. We entertained our waiter for the evening, most notably when Sierra was impersonating how an impolite American abroad behaves in restaurants and shouted 'check!' which happened to coincide with a sudden inexplicable lull in restaurant noise. So our waiter heard and busted out laughing with us.
After dinner we headed back to the hostel where we had some cheap, horrible liqueur shots that burned my throat for days to follow. Then one last night with poor Diego at the party hostel.
Lessons of the day:
1. Don't take cheap vodka shots, take cheap tequila shots instead
2. Don't shout 'check' when the waiter speaks perfectly good English, unless he understands American humor, then it's hilarious